


he made a promise

by leehwi



Series: One-Shots [10]
Category: Pentagon (Korean Band)
Genre: Gen, Health Nut!Changgu, M/M, Pianist!Shinwon, the romance is only implied sorry y'all, this is a soft non romantic plotless fic and yes I did write it
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-05-09
Updated: 2017-05-09
Packaged: 2018-10-29 20:46:29
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,260
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10861779
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/leehwi/pseuds/leehwi
Summary: shinwon made a promise ten years ago and now he's got to keep it





	he made a promise

**Author's Note:**

  * For [for bella ( ⸝⸝•ᴗ•⸝⸝ )੭⁾⁾](https://archiveofourown.org/gifts?recipient=for+bella+%28+%E2%B8%9D%E2%B8%9D%E2%80%A2%E1%B4%97%E2%80%A2%E2%B8%9D%E2%B8%9D+%29%E0%A9%AD%E2%81%BE%E2%81%BE), [fairyslush](https://archiveofourown.org/users/fairyslush/gifts).



> hey heyyyy here's part 2 of bella's birthday fic package  
> IT'S HER BIRTHDAY YOU GUYS AND SHE'S A FUCKING QUEEN SO PLEASE LOVE HER  
> anywayssss, this is a weird one-shot I wrote for her because she wanted a pianist!shinwon fic
> 
> also I wrote it in lowercase for her because bella hates capitalism, just ask her  
> the best birthday gift any of you guys could give her - or just do it because I'm asking nicely - but go read HER fic, it's called hiraeth and it's the most beautiful piece of art you'll ever read. it's shinone and it's fantasy and get ready to CRY. good luck~

the streets of seoul were blisteringly chilly during the winter, but the weather would be the last thing he would let stand in his way. with his dark hair side swept off his face and a heavy expression set into his features, shinwon braved the cold and pushed out into the bustle of people, leaving the shelter of the subway station down below. he protected his hands in the pockets of his long coat, which swept behind him as he moved, his body was angular and slid easily between the bodies in the street.

the model-esque figure moved quickly and eased his way down the street, before stopping at a crosswalk, looking across the street at the massive building in front of him. the lawn spread out in front of the building broke off into stone paths that led off around and behind it, leading to the doorways of more large buildings. the white stonework looked bright and intimidating in the winter sunlight and the pillars that held up the front archway were old, if you got closer you could see the cracks at the base, making them look like two giant arms, punching into the ground. shinwon smirked, the image of a greek god marching through the streets of new york to bury his hands in the cement appearing in his head.

swiping his hand over his hair, he crossed the street, his eyes trained on the building in front of him. as he made his way onto the path leading up to the building, he tilted his head back to better survey the structure at this closer distance. it was definitely old, the small cracks in the white stone were far more apparent, he followed their lines, which spread across almost the entirety of the building.

he reached out to touch a pillar, feeling how strong it was despite it’s age, he couldn’t help but wonder how far back the architecture for this building dated back to, but he was interrupted by his phone buzzing. he lifted it to his face to see the five minute alarm he’d set to remind himself to get to his class and he turned it off, tucking his mobile back into his coat pocket and walking up the multiple steps towards the front doors.

hesitant for but a moment, shinwon tugged one of the large doors open, entering a vast lobby type entrance, the floor was a hard marble, an intricate pattern set into the tiles. the ceiling had a mural depicting roses and tree branches full of leaves set against a white marble background, it was elegant yet simple. he couldn’t help but smile reminiscently when he saw it, it had an old familiarity to it that was set deep in his bones, he couldn’t shake it no matter how hard he tried, he had only been in this building maybe half a dozen times in his lifetime.

the tiles of the floor were set in an intricate pattern that he used to get distracted trying to follow with his eyes when he was a young boy, but he wasn’t a little kid anymore, he was older. it had been nearly ten years since he last came here, yet he still remembered it so well.

his hands ran along the banister of the staircase that took him all the way up to the second floor, the black and white tiles of the steps was new and he examined them, they couldn’t have been too new but they were certainly more recent than when he was last here. he climbed them carefully, taking time to look out over the center lobby which stretched out into multiple office entrances, the round front desk was to the right of the front doors, about 40 feet in. his feet carried him up the rest of the staircase and he found himself on the second story, a vast hallway spread out before him, cherry oak doors inset on the walls.

shinwon allowed his fingers to brush over the dark wood walls, remembering doing just this as a young boy, however from a considerably shorter height. now that he was older, at a full 184cm of height, it was much harder for him to walk down the hallway without the floorboards creaking under him. he came to a stop at the third door on the left and raised his hand to knock on it, expectant for the usual reply.

“come in,” came the response and it was far from what shinwon had been expecting. this voice was soft and had a slight pitch to it, whereas the voice he had had in mind was thicker and slightly gruff, from twenty odd years of chewing tobacco.

he pushed open the door, his large palm pressed flat against the wood and his head carefully craning around the door to peer into the office. it was nothing like what he remembered, the old shag carpet had been replaced by wooden floorboards and the framed newspaper clippings and degrees were no longer hung on the wall. the desk was not the heavy mahogany piece of wood that he remembered stubbing his toe on so many times, instead replaced with a sleek black metal L-shaped desk.

a frown crept it’s way onto his face as he surveyed the room, the multiple changes were a bit of a culture shock for him, but what was even more so was that the old woman who he had expected to be in here, was not. a small man with thick rimmed glasses perched on his nose sat at the desk, in a chair that seemed to swallow him, he didn’t look much older than shinwon and he was dressed in skinny khaki pants with a sleeveless sweater vest tugged on top of his short sleeved white button up. he had a cute blue tie secured around his neck.

“can I help you?” he asked politely, aware of shinwon’s bewildered look.

“I was expecting...mrs. lim,” shinwon offered as way of explanation, watching the man nod solemnly.

“she trained you, I expect?”

shinwon’s nod made his soft brown bangs bounce and tickle his forehead.

the man pushed his spectacles up his nose, sniffing a bit, before saying, “I hate to be the one to tell you this, but she retired,” he clapped his hands together and pointed his surprisingly long fingers towards the door. “I don’t know how else to be of help to you...”

the implication of his actions was clear, but shinwon was persistent. “do you know where I can find her? please, I...need to do something for her, I made a promise...a long time ago.”

“listen...”

“shinwon.”

“shinwon, you’re not going to be doing her any favors by going after her now. she’s old and...to be honest, after her family sent her to the nursing home, no one’s heard about her ever since. it’s a little vague if she’s even alive,” the man explained, sounding slightly exasperated and a little tired. there were rings under his eyes and shinwon’s eyes darted to the plaque on his desk.

_ jo jinho _

“please, mr. jo, do you know how I could contact her family?” shinwon asked, taking another step forwards, much to the other man’s discomfort.

he leaned back in his chair, his expression was contemplative and a sigh pressed through his lips as he nodded. “very well,” he scooted his chair closer to his desk and began typing something on his desk, his fingers moved with fluidity and speed, it was clear that he was a pianist himself.

it was but a moment before his hand swept up the phone on his desk and he pressed a number. a faint dial tone could be heard from where shinwon was standing and mr. jo drummed his fingers on the table impatiently. there was a click and a voice was coming through the speaker of the phone, it was just quiet enough that shinwon couldn’t make out the words.

“this is jinho, could you email me the contact information for mrs. lim’s family, please? there’s someone who wants to go see her, says he’s an old student,” he listened for a bit before nodding and thanking whoever was on the other side of the phone. “just a moment,” he held out a hand to shinwon, waving him towards one of the chairs against the wall.

shinwon took a seat, suddenly aware of the framed photos above his head, there were some old paintings and one photo of mr. jo with a young woman, his arm wrapped around her waist. he glanced up at it and smiled faintly, she must have been his girlfriend or maybe even wife, judging by how close they looked in the photo.

“here we go,” the man exclaimed, clicking around with his computer mouse, before squinting - his spectacles must have been doing an excellent job - as he read something. “I have a phone number and a home address, but I’m not sure how reliable either one are.”

“anything is better than nothing, I guess,” he shrugged pitifully.

“very well.”

  
~

  
the house was large and stone, various windows with curtains shut tight were visible from the road, but the most attractive feature of the home was the bright red door. as shinwon approached the porch, he took a moment to appreciate the carefully maintained lawn and the flowers that were planted along the path that led to the steps of the porch. he was careful as he climbed them and came to a stop at the door, he hesitated.

what if she was dead? what if her family didn’t want him to see her? what if she had dementia and didn’t remember him? it was worth a shot. he raised his fist and knocked on the door, waiting a moment for a response. there was none. when he went to knock again, a sound caught his attention. it was the low whirring of a power tool and it was coming from the back of the house, whoever lived here must have been out in the backyard.

careful not to step on any flowers, shinwon walked around the back, his eyes taking in the lawn and house as he went, noticing how well cared for everything was. the grass was well trimmed and the siding on the house was clean, obviously hosed off recently, whoever lived here must care greatly for the property.

he turned around the back to see the backyard, a stone patio was laid out into the ground, there was a small path that led up to two glass double doors, leading inside. in the center of a patio, stood a young man, probably shinwon’s age or younger, his dark hair had fallen into his eyes as he flipped the switch of a table saw. the saw was placed on a wooden table that was off the patio, as he pulled the blade down, it cut cleanly through a metal rod, the grating sound of metal cutting through metal made shinwon flinch. his eyes however were glued to the man, who was dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and a sleeveless shirt, the veins of his well muscled arms were sticking out in prominent lines as he worked. 

he was incredibly hard not to stare at and it took everything in shinwon to tear his eyes away as he cleared his throat and called out a greeting. the man didn’t hear him at first and kept cutting into the metal rod, shinwon decided not to strain his voice and to wait patiently. when the man finally switched his power tool off, shinwon called out again, making the man jump.

“oh, hello!” the man waved, a sudden grin spreading across his face. at least he looked far friendlier than the last person shinwon tried to talk to was, so he risked approaching, ringing his hands together. “are you here to talk about the house? we’re not looking to replace the windows,” the man announced suddenly.

a bright laugh that he couldn’t help burst out of shinwon and the man’s eyebrows lifted. “am I funny?” he asked, not sounding patronizing at all, his expression was still as friendly and inviting as ever, which made shinwon’s heart twitch for a moment.

“no, I-I’m not here to sell you windows. I’m asking about a woman you might know, her name was lim ja-kyung,” shinwon suddenly grew nervous, he wasn’t sure what it was about this man that made him feel so wary, maybe it was how disturbingly attractive he was. “she was my piano teacher.”

the man nodded, looking pleased. “yes, my grandmother. she’s not here anymore, I’m afraid. we moved her to a home,” he explained.

“so I heard. I was wondering if you could...tell me which one? I made a promise several years ago and I’d really like to stick to my word,” he didn’t want to add ‘before she dies’ but he most certainly thought it.

“I see. I can probably take you there, I was going to see her anyways...you don’t mind riding with me, do you?” the man pushed the blade of the table saw down and reached down to unplug it from the extension cord that lay in the grass. “I promise I’m a decent driver.”

“not at all, I’d appreciate it in fact,” shinwon grinned, carefully reaching out his hand. “I’m shinwon.”

“changgu,” the man shook his hand with a small amount of ferocity and shinwon felt his heart jump again, this might be a little more difficult than he’d originally foresaw.

  
~

  
“it’s a long drive,” changgu was saying, lifting a 24 pack of water bottles into the boot of his car, he had insisted that he pack snacks and hydration, making shinwon wonder what kind of a person he was. it was always hard to tell within the first hour of meeting. he drifted back into his house, shinwon standing awkwardly by the car, fidgeting with his hands. he was nervous, the idea of seeing the woman whom he’d idolized for so many years again, he wondered if she’d be disappointed in the person he’d become. 

when changgu returned, he had a few small bags of various snacks in hand, from where he stood, shinwon could make out some kind of rice chips and seaweed, which made him smirk a bit. so he was a health nut. he was also carrying a case of coconut water, he tossed all of this into the car and then turned to shinwon with his hands on his hips. the sun was bright as it shone down on him, bringing out the bronze undertones in his skin, the sweat beads that were building up on his neck glistened and reflected in shinwon’s eyes.

he swallowed dryly, hopefully this car trip wouldn’t be too strenuous on him, as his hormones were already under enough pressure. he swiped a hand across his forehead, assuring himself that he wasn’t sweating too much. he buried his hands in his coat and looked at the man. “aren’t you cold?”

changgu blinked at him, “not really, I keep pretty busy, so I don’t get cold easily,” he looked down at his muscular arms and then smirked. “I’ll grab a jacket.”

the car drive was indeed long, shinwon having almost dozed off against the window twice, his head knocking on the glass and waking him once again. he tried not to look directly at changgu, knowing that he’d get lost in the vision that he was, his firm arms stretched out before him, clutching the wheel. he looked like someone who took control, it made it hard for shinwon to focus on his side of the road.

after jolting himself awake for the third time, shinwon eventually settled on staring at his phone, pulling it out and staring at the photos that he’d saved not two days before. they were screencaptures of sheet music, the notes all shaped into beautiful lines that shinwon couldn’t help but gaze at for awhile whenever he was bored, he wondered sometimes if he could become one with the music if he stared long enough. as of yet, he could not.

his fingers drummed on the dashboard, each digit choosing a key and he played out the melody in his head, his eyes squeezing shut so he could better map out the piano in front of him. he watched in his mind’s eye as his hands moved swiftly across the black and white keys, pulling a string of melodies from them, he could even hear the music in his head.

“you really are her student, aren’t you?” changgu’s voice broke through his melody and his eyes flew open, his cheeks flushing a bright red as he realized his hands were placed on the dashboard, playing a piano that wasn’t there, playing out a song that couldn’t be heard.

“oh,” shinwon’s hands fell to his lap and his eyes followed shortly after. “yes. sorry about that. I... got a little carried away I guess,” he intertwined his finger into a loose thread on the seam of his jeans, twisting and twirling it around the pad of his finger.

“it’s okay, it was cute,” changgu laughs, reaching out a hand to tap the radio, music starting to seep through the speakers. “go ahead and pick what you like, I know some musicians can’t stand silence.”

the taller of the two bowed his head gratefully, his golden brown hair sweeping over his forehead, his long fingers quickly brushing it back. changgu seemed amused by this, but he didn’t comment as such, keeping his attention on the road - which shinwon was more than grateful for.

“so how old are you?” changgu asked, as shinwon twisted the knob, skipping through radio station after radio station, nothing seeming to satisfy his tastes. “I’m ‘96,” he added.

“‘95,” shinwon replied, finally setting on a station that was playing some soft acoustic sound that gave the image of a rustic coffee shop, changgu settling into a little smirk at his choice, they had similar tastes apparently.

they drove without speaking for awhile more, the song making it easier to not communicate, shinwon knowing that he could very easily make it awkward, but choosing to avoid that as much as possible. he stared out the window, at the highway slithering past in a blur of dull color, the dead of winter took away all signs of life from the natural world, the few wooded areas that could be found along the highway were bare and thin.

a fragile sigh left shinwon’s lips as he relaxed his head back on the seat, his tongue massaging at the dry spot of his bottom lip, knowing that he wasn’t actually helping any. his stress levels were all over the place and he massaged as his temples, wishing he’d brought his medication, to soothe his nerves.

“so what promise did you make to my grandma anyways?” changgu inquired, his free hand rubbing against his thigh, before retrieving his water bottle from between the driver’s and passenger seats.

“oh,” shinwon suddenly felt embarrassment flame onto his cheeks and he scolded himself for blushing so much in front of changgu. “I promised to play her a song...when I learned it.”

“it took you ten years?” changgu raised his eyebrows. he looked at shinwon’s hurt face and he shook his head, “sorry, that came out rude, that wasn’t my intention.”

shinwon shrugged. “it’s okay. it was just...a difficult song for me, she used to give me a bit of a hard time about it. when I left she made me promise to play that for her when I returned,” he paused and then explained. “I’ve been in europe these past ten years. I spent 8 in denmark, learning from a friend of your grandmother and then performing for a theatre company.”

“why did you leave if you had a good job?”

“I reminded myself that I was trained to a be a classical pianist, not accompanying an orchestra playing show tunes,” his tone was slightly bitter and it was more than obvious to changgu that he had been trained by his grandmother, she used to say things like that. “so then I’ve been in france for the past 3 years.”

changgu’s eyes seemed to light up as he turned to shinwon. “paris?” he gasped.

a laugh slipped through shinwon’s lips as he shook his head. “never been. I lived in lyon for a bit, before going to montpellier. both far more beautiful than any city I’ve ever seen, I wouldn’t have chosen paris over either in a million years.”

the intrigue sparked in changgu’s eyes wasn’t going away as he blinked, surprised. “really? I’ll have to go sometime,” he murmured thoughtfully.

“I’ll take you,” shinwon teased. he had meant it as a joke, but changgu looked at him with delight, before falling silent, but still quite pleased with what shinwon had said.

nearly an hour went by, when changgu turned to look at him, turning the vehicle into a large facility. it was a dull grey color, but the lawn was well managed and there was pretty white trim around all the windows, giving it that calm homely look that shinwon hated. they parked in the visitor’s area, changgu pulling the keys from the ignition and turning to wait for shinwon to climb out before locking the car. they stared up at the massive facility, shinwon’s eyes taking it all in, he wasn’t sure if he could do this.

“it’ll be fine, my grandmother will be happy to see you,” changgu encouraged, pushing shinwon along from the back as he crossed the gravel drive to the front doors. he swung them open and walked inside, it was obvious that he was familiar with this place and that they were familiar with him. he bowed low to the attendants at the desk, who returned his bow, all middle aged women who smiled at them with crinkly eyes.

they walked down the long hallway, which was stark and almost felt like a hospital, shinwon shivered slightly at the few memories he had of being in a hospital, none of which were enjoyable in the slightest. changgu came to a stop at the end of the hallway, where the brass doors of an elevator awaited, he pressed the ‘up’ button on the righthand side.

shinwon waited patiently, crossing his hands and resting them in front of him, nervousness still tickled through his skin and he was growing restless as the elevator doors slid open. changgu waved him in before pressing the 3rd floor button. they stood next to each other in silence, before the floor beneath them jolted and the elevator began its slow ascent into the upper floors of the building. it was like they were being swallowed by the giant nursing home, the elevator their cage that carried them to their deaths.

there were few scenarios that shinwon’s imagination did not take advantage of.

when the elevator came to a stop and the doors shuddered open, changgu stepped out, looking back to assure that shinwon was with him. the tall pianist hesitated before stepping off and following changgu down the hall. they passed door after door, shinwon’s eyes catching little glimpses through the windows. he had been expecting a nursing home with little rooms where the elderly had their own kitchens and bathrooms, but this appeared to be one of the intensive care units, the windows revealing small white rooms not unlike a hospital. there were solitary beds with the usual equipment surrounding it, some of them had people in the beds, some were empty.

the whole building felt quite sad to shinwon and he swallowed as changgu turned the corner and walked up to a door labeled 319. he knocked, pressing his ear to the door, listening intently. he nodded and waved shinwon over as he pushed through the door, entering the small room. the younger stepped to the side to wait for shinwon to follow after him, which he reluctantly did.

the room was mostly white with accents of cream and blue around the room, it seemed fairly bland at first sight, but the closer he looked the more shinwon realized how melancholy the room was. there were framed photos of family along the windowsill and even one framed photo of a slightly woman than the one lying on the bed, she was surrounded by a classroom of children, all of them clutching a sheet of music with large smiles on their faces. shinwon could see his own face staring back at him, his youthful hands holding a music sheet identical to the screen capture on shinwon’s phone.

in the corner by the window, an old small piano was sitting, collecting dust. it was probably for her to look at, just to remind her of how great she used to be, in her younger days.

his eyes drifted to the bed, taking in the small body of the woman who was asleep there, her once grey hair was almost all gone, a few white wisps around the base of her neck. liver spots covered her skin, her breathing was frail and eyelashes fluttered as changgu approached her. his hand reached out to brush over the skin of hers, his voice soft as he spoke.  
  
“ _ halmoni _ ,” he roused her from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open for a second, before opening more, the sight of her beautiful grandchild brought a grin to her face. “I brought you a visitor.”

the old woman’s eyes drifted around the room for a moment, before moving to shinwon. she stared at him for several seconds and shinwon felt his throat start to close up.  _ this was all for nothing _ . he knew it was pointless. but before he got a chance to excuse himself and dash out, the woman’s eyes suddenly sparked with a light - which reminded him so much of changgu - and a weak grin appeared on her face.

“my model student,” she chuckled, her voice a thin rasp.

shinwon bowed low and greeted the woman politely, feeling his heart bounce a little. he had been working hard for ten years to come back and play for her and now, he might actually get a chance to do it. his eyes darted to the piano and he looked at changgu for approval, the radiant young man waved him permission and shinwon approached the piano rubbing his hands together.

“I’d like to play that song for you now, mrs. lim,” he was saying as he withdrew his phone to take one last look at the sheet music, his nerves were starting to build and he let out a shaky breath.

the woman nodded her approval and waited patiently, blinking weakly. changgu knelt by her bedside and took her hand into his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. they both waited in silence as shinwon’s hands brushed the dust off of the piano, buying himself some time to calm his nerves.

_ one, two... _

a melody begins, the slow rhythm beginning in low rich tones, shinwon’s fingers mapping out a pattern of notes across the keys. his breathing was even as he played, the deep sounds coming from the piano matched his breaths as he continued. the piece started much slower than others, but he knew it would pick up eventually, he just kept playing.

the song began to increase in speed and notes, shinwon’s head beginning to bob with each note, a gusto of sounds were starting to come from his fingers as they danced across the keys until he finally reached the part that he’d struggled with all those years ago and his fingers moved like lightning to keep up with all of the notes, the tempo was subtle yet faster than anything he’d played before and he kept up with it flawlessly.

his breathing had quickened as he played, until he was almost gasping in time with the music, his heart was pounding in his chest as he laid out the melody in the nursing home room, the notes were almost too fast and he was starting to slip up, his fingers almost sliding off the keys as he played, but he blinked heavily and regained his confidence and control, not letting the pace of the song trip him up like it had so many times before.

he finally reached the climax of the song and his finger slid across the keys letting out a trill of notes, his heart was still beating at the pace of the song, his blood rushing in his ears, as loud as the ocean. he pressed his fingers back to the keys - the song wasn’t over yet. he played out the slow decrease of the song, the notes wafting and carrying his mind along with them, starting to settle into a gentle pattern of sounds. it was the kind of song that someone would write to describe the flow of a river, the pace changing so abruptly but still so effortlessly beautiful.

the tide of the song had passed and now he was playing out the smooth rush of water, occasionally flowing over a rock - another trill across the keys - before he carried out the final few notes and finally came to a stop.

he leaned back on his bench, trying to catch his breath and return his heartbeat to a normal pace, his ears were still swimming with the notes that he’d just squeezed from the piano keys, his fingers were nearly vibrating from the speed they had been moving at and he dropped them into his lap to rub away the numbness that had started there.

“you always were such a good student,” a whisper of a voice from behind him tore him away from the black and white teeth and he turned to look at the old woman, her fond smile making his chest feel warm. “you’ve made the best out of your life.”

shinwon sighed softly, feeling tears prick his eyes and he rose from the bench, dusting his hands off on his pants as he bowed low, as if on stage in a grand theatre. but in actuality, he was in an intensive care room in a nursing home on the south side of busan and he had the only audience who had ever mattered to him.

  
~

  
“so what are you going to do now?” changgu asked, as his car tore down the highway, nearly an hour away from his home. he looked over at shinwon, who was resting his head against the window again, feeling the vibrations from the car.

“I’ve got a showcase in a month that I need to prepare for, but I’m going to...find a new goal in life,” shinwon replied, watching his breath fog up the glass in the cold winter air. “maybe get a dog or fall in love before summer, something like that.”

changgu’s eyes glanced over him once before returning to the road, a smile appearing on his face. “maybe we should both try new things,” he said.

“yeah,” the older mused mused.

“we should get together sometime, you seem like an interesting guy,” changgu suggested.  
  
shinwon nodded in response, hiding his blush. blushing seemed to be getting more and more frequent for him, changgu was really making this difficult. but shinwon liked the idea of blushing more in the future, as long as it meant that he got to see this strangely beautiful man often.

**Author's Note:**

> if anyone's wondering, the song shinwon is playing is "carl vine sonata no. 1" and it's a truly gorgeous piece, so go listen to it and tell me how much I suck at describing music.  
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrZaQ-Oc8lM
> 
> also I don't play piano, so if anyone who does reads this, I'm so sorry...
> 
> HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN BELLA I LOVE YOU SO MUCH


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